Daily Evolution from Mastering Tai Chi-Chapter 40: Silent Terror

Wang Ye swiftly activated the Rapid Step Skill, transforming into a ghostly figure and vanishing into the darkness.

The expressions of the remaining two changed, and they immediately helped up their fallen companion, checked his philtrum for signs of life, and only relaxed slightly upon sensing his breath.

The leader appeared to be a seasoned assassin; he didn’t panic despite the unexpected situation. He quickly picked up the broken chopstick from the ground and inspected it carefully, his mind racing as he turned to instruct another associate:

"Using a chopstick to knock someone out from a distance... seems like they’re skilled... Second, you go deal with the kid up front; I’ll handle this one behind."

"Got it!"

The associate immediately stood up and sprinted toward Wang Liquan’s direction.

Wang Liquan seemed to have already sensed the commotion behind him and had completely disappeared from sight.

This staircase corridor was labyrinthine, with a complex internal layout. Every few meters, there was a small separate room, such as a storage room or a cleaning or changing room, each about 5 to 10 square meters.

The associate gritted his teeth, took out a folding knife from his pocket, and flicked out the blade with a swish, beginning his rapid search of the nearby rooms.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The leader with the goatee had just secured his unconscious associate.

He then stood up, retrieved a baton from his sleeve, adopted a defensive stance, and squinted as he vigilantly scanned the surroundings, trying to flush out the unknown person hidden in the shadows.

"Though I don’t know who you are, if we three brothers have offended you in some way, I, Yang Bo, apologize here. This matter concerns the lives and livelihoods of our three brothers, and I hope you’ll be merciful."

He shouted deeply.

The icy voice continually echoed in the stairway corridor.

Yet Wang Ye, hidden in the darkness at the corner, remained unmoved, fingers pinching part of a chopstick unbeknownst to anyone.

The broken end of the chopstick was very sharp, capable of easily tearing human skin and penetrating the body. If used properly, it could even pierce through an enemy’s throat, killing them instantly!

The leader with the goatee, receiving no response, bit his teeth angrily, his forehead veins pulsing.

"Damn it, you think I’m just a clay statue?" He wielded his baton, suddenly accelerated toward the depths of the darkness, the baton in front swinging swiftly and orderly. Clearly, he had trained in similar short weapon combat skills.

By hearing alone, Wang Ye sensed the opponent’s rush.

Instantaneously, he extended his hand to fling the half-chopstick.

Slash!!!

A ghostly shadow pierced forward at an astonishing speed.

The leader with the goatee’s eyes flickered; he wanted to roll to his right to avoid the strike but was unable to dodge. The chopstick stabbed into his left shoulder with a sharp "whoosh".

"Ugh!"

He immediately clutched his left shoulder, where the chopstick had penetrated about two to three centimeters deep. Thick blood began seeping through his fingers.

The leader with the goatee did not remove the chopstick but continued to watch the unknown individual in the darkness cautiously.

"Damn..."

He had intended to rely on his baton and neural reaction speed to dodge the opponent’s shot but hadn’t anticipated the opponent’s throwing speed to be this fast!

From the sound of slicing through the air to being hit on the left shoulder, it all happened in less than 0.1 seconds.

It was just an instant.

The leader with the goatee recalled being pursued by foreign police before, and even their bullets hadn’t given him such a terrifying sense of dread...

He even speculated that the chopstick’s short-distance throwing speed could surpass that of a bullet.

Otherwise, there’s no way it would be this fast.

Now he had two options before him.

Escape, or fight.

The leader with the goatee furrowed his brow, quickly weighing the pros and cons of these two choices.

The threat of death made his adrenaline surge, making his thoughts extraordinarily clear.

As it stands, he was clearly outmatched in terms of sheer force by the unknown individual in the darkness, even if he called for the other associate, it seemed uncertain.

Moreover, defeating the unknown individual would not benefit them in the slightest. Their primary goal was to deal with the groom at the engagement banquet and escape abroad with the suitcase as quickly as possible.

Having made his decision.

The leader with the goatee immediately bolted in the opposite direction.

With a speed approaching a ten-second hundred meters, he frantically fled through the narrow corridor, continuously turning corners.

Afraid of being hit by a lethal weapon from the unknown individual behind him, ending his life.

Tat-tat-tat-tat!

After what seemed like ages, the leader with the goatee suddenly pushed open a room door.

Then rushing inside, he locked the door with a "clack".

He crouched behind a shelving rack, restraining himself while breathing heavily.

Afraid of making any noise that might reveal his presence.

Beads of sweat dripped from his cheek to the ground, resounding with clear "ticks" in this dead silent storage room.

The leader with the goatee hid behind the shelving, tightly gripping his baton; the sweat from his palms had completely soaked the handle, making it extremely slippery, yet he dared not let go of the baton.

Even in the pause to wipe sweat, he felt death could descend upon him at any moment.

His pupils trembled ceaselessly, silently murmuring:

"He can’t possibly find me... Don’t worry... He can’t possibly detect me...

I... I should have already lost him completely..."

Time passed unknowably.

No sounds came from outside the door, not even footsteps.

In this eerily silent storage room, even a pin dropped would be clearly audible.

Let alone footsteps.

The leader with the goatee’s tightly furrowed brow relaxed slightly.

"He should have left by now."

Still gripping his baton, he stood up cautiously, unlocking and opening the door. Quickly surveying the hallway outside, he confirmed it was empty before relaxing slightly.

But before he could make his next move, a fierce sound of something slicing through the air suddenly reached his ears.

He turned to his right with alarm, only to find a terrifying shadow instantly enveloping him. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

Boom!!!!

Under the forceful crash, before the leader with the goatee realized it, his neck was hit with immense force, cutting off the blood flow to his brain momentarily, causing him to lose consciousness.

His body, like a puppet with cut strings, flew into a shelving rack. The fragile rack collapsed loudly on the spot, with numerous cans, bowls, and boxes falling, burying him underneath.

Meanwhile, Wang Ye slowly stepped out of the darkness.

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